LOGINSophia’s POV "Mark, thank you so much. Really. I swear I don't even know how to thank you. This is... crucial." "Sophia, stop it. You don't have to pay me. Don't even think about it." His voice carried an emotional weight. "After everything you did for me, when that board tried to take me down, when Irina set up that whole plot to push me aside... You were the only person who didn't turn their back. Not everything in life has a price." "I know, Mark. And that's exactly why I insist," I replied, keeping my tone gentle but non-negotiable. "Your work has value.Your time, your risk, your expertise. I won't turn our loyalty into an excuse to exploit you. And more importantly: I don't want you, at any point, to have to put yourself at risk for me without that being recognized. That's not how I operate." I heard him let out a long, deep sigh on the other end of the line, a sound of resignation mixed with worry. "Alright. You win. But listen…" His voice lowered, becoming more grave.
Sophia's POV"Nothing," he whispered back. "Just thinking that, of all the complicated things you have to face, I'm the easy part. And I intend to keep it that way.""Michael Carter," I said, the name coming out more serious than I intended in the already dark room.He stopped adjusting the sheets and turned, his silhouette visible against the faint light from the window."What is it? Is something wrong? Are you cold or something?"His voice was full of the immediate concern that always melted me inside."It's nothing like that, silly," I replied, and the word came out soft, affectionate — one I never used.He froze. "Silly?" he repeated, a tone of disbelief mixed with sweetness. "You don't say things like that, much less call me by my full name. Something's wrong."I sat up in bed, my heart pounding. I raised my hands in the dark, finding his face in the gloom.My fingers traced the line of his jaw,the curve of his cheek, the lips I knew so well. I closed my eyes, taking a deep brea
Sophia's POVHe was… spectacular. That was undeniable. Tall, with broad shoulders that stretched the impeccable fabric of his navy-blue suit. Blond hair, styled with a care that bordered on art. Eyes of a blue so light they seemed made of ice.And when he entered, a woody, extremely expensive cologne filled the space, wrapping everything in an aura of power and wealth.But, looking at him, I felt nothing. No spark, no stomach flutter. I only felt a sharpened alertness. Beauty like that, so perfect and displayed, was often a trap."Miss Morgan?" His voice was soft, polite, with an indefinable European accent. He extended his hand. "A pleasure."I shook his hand quickly. "Yes. How can I help you?""I will skip unnecessary introductions. I represent a consortium of investors who are very interested in your work here at Morgan Holdings. PetroMax sees extraordinary potential in your latest sustainable energy project."The name landed like a bomb in the silence of my office.PetroMax.Ever
Sophia's POV"Sorry to interrupt the lovebirds, but I seem to recall we need to go to the pharmacy," Emma's voice came from the back seat, slightly muffled and in a playful tone to break the heavy mood.I let out a laugh that sounded more like a relieved sigh. Michael laughed too, a low, relaxed sound, and let me go with a final squeeze of my hand."You're right.Operation Lizzie comes first."Hours later, that night, when Michael held me to sleep, the tension of the day seemed to have dissolved in the warmth of his body.But in the dark,with his steady breathing beside me, that voice of warning still whispered. People like that woman wouldn't give up so easily.*****The next day, in the security of my office at Morgan Holdings, the doubts came back with full force.I tapped the tip of my pen on the notepad, tic, tic, tic, in a rhythm that translated the confusion in my mind.The problems seemed like a snowball rolling downhill.First, the company name: Morgan Holdings. I looked at th
Sophia's POV Two seconds.The embrace lasted perhaps two seconds, which stretched out like hours.Every millisecond etched in sharp detail in my retina: the way Vanessa’s hand tightened on Michael’s shoulder, the way her body molded to his with an intimacy that cannot be faked, the kiss on the cheek that was more than a greeting — it was a territorial mark.Michael pulled away from her as if burned. His movement was abrupt, almost violent."Vanessa," his voice came out rough, but she was already turning to me, her smile still lighting up her face, now tinged with sugary concern."Sophia! What a coincidence to find you here at the clinic where I've been having appointments. And the little one? Is everything alright?" Her eyes landed on Lizzie, asleep in Emma's arms.Emma, beside me, let out a low sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh of disbelief.She held Lizzie tighter against her chest, her protective instinct triggered against a threat of a completely different kind."Everyth
Sophia's POV Vanessa held my gaze for a second longer than was comfortable, an enigmatic smile lingering on her lips.Then, as if a switch had been flipped, she turned to Emma, who was standing beside me holding Lizzie, her expression a mix of protectiveness and bewilderment.“Oh, what an absolutely beautiful child,” Vanessa said, her voice artificially sweetened. She stood up with a fluid motion, brushing invisible dust off the knee of her impeccable pantsuit.“Sorry to just appear like this. I saw you going into the store. I was across the street taking care of some errands and decided to come in to say hello.” Her blue eyes returned to me. “I hope I wasn't intrusive.”Emma whispered near my ear, low enough to be almost inaudible: “What a bitch.”Vanessa tilted her head, her smile unwavering. “Sorry, were you speaking to me?”Emma, without missing a beat, raised Lizzie’s free hand, which was visibly drooly. “No, sweetie. Just playing with my daughter. She makes some funny noises.”







